Free Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) by Deja King

started shaking him but
Supreme was out cold. Damn, my fuckin' luck! I was this
close to riding that nigga's dick like a stallion and he want to
pass out in a drunken stupor. I was so pissed I didn't even
get him a blanket. I left his ass right there on the couch and
I went upstairs to bed.
    I was awakened early the next morning by the wet
Pamper and I'm hungry screams of Aaliyah. I put the
pillow over my head determined to kill the sounds
echoing through the mansion. "Damn, babies are loud
as hell," was all I could keep saying. That shit remained
persistent for the next ten minutes.
    "Anna, go get Aaliyah!" I screamed out, but then became
conscious of the fact that Anna had died like a week ago.
That was the first time I slightly regretted taking her nosey
ass out. "Fuck!" I belted. I was used to Supreme caring
after Aaliyah in the morning but he was probably still laid
out on the couch from drinking himself to sleep.
    I finally found the strength to drag myself out of bed,
madder than a motherfucker. When I got to Aaliyah's room
her nose was running, snot coming out from crying so
damn hard. and babbling "Daddy" and "baba" for a bottle. She was pulling at her nightie, and when I got closer I
saw it was soaking wet. Her urine-drenched Pamper was
halfway off and it had saturated her nightgown.

    This shit is for the fuckin' birds! This is what you have to go through
as a mother. Getting no damn sleep, changing dirty Pampers, feeding
a motherfucker and having to jump every time they start wailing. I
don't know how much more of this shit I can take, especially since I
ain't getting no dick!
    I kept praying that at any moment Supreme would
stride up in here and tell me he would handle this and I
could go back to bed. But as the time slowly passed he
was still a no show. It took almost thirty minutes for me to
get Aaliyah cleaned up, take off the dirty sheets and tidy
shit up.
    With Aaliyah locked on my hip we took it downstairs so
I could feed her. By this point I was tired of her sucking
on her pacifier as if breast milk was spilling out. When
we passed the living room Supreme was exactly like I left
him and all I could do was roll my eyes, while Aaliyah
started reaching out and once again calling out for her
daddy. Not once did she call for her mommy so that
let me know that she didn't have me confused with her
mother. I didn't know whether to be mad or happy.
    By the time we reached the kitchen, Aaliyah threw her
pacifier on the floor and pointed towards the HDTV SubZero refrigerator freezer. "Can't nobody ever say that you
ain't got your mother's temper," I commented, grabbing a
bottle from the fridge.
    Aaliyah seemed to be ignoring me as she clapped her hands
at the LCD TV DVD hookup with radio. I couldn't believe
how far technology had come and what money could buy you. Who would've guessed that a piece of appliance that at
one time was strictly to keep your food cold now included
a top-of-the-line entertainment center.

    "Yeah, I could most def get used to this style of living."
While I warmed up the bottle and began daydreaming
of my life as the rich and fabulous, I heard the doorbell
ringing. I glanced at the clock on the microwave and it
was barely after nine o'clock.
    "Who the fuck could this be?" I said, picking up the bottle
with Aaliyah in tow. She yanked that bottle out my hand
and latched onto the nibble as if starving. "What in the hell
is he doing here?" I huffed, looking out the peephole.
    "Good morning, Maya," Detective Moore greeted me as
if we were friends. "What an adorable little girl," he said,
doing some silly ass shit with his fingers towards Aaliyah.
"I see you're making yourself right at home, Maya. I
wonder what you'll do when the Mrs. comes back."
    "What do you want, Detective Moore?" I ignored his
slick underhanded comment because again I knew he
was trying to get a rise out of me.
    "I came to speak with Mr. Mills. I have some new